"When this business is settled, we can have a friendly glass together."
To this proposition Sweeney Todd assented with a nod, and then they both proceeded to what was called a reception-room in the asylum, and where poor Tobias had been conveyed and laid upon a table, when he showed slight symptoms of recovering from the state of insensibility into which he had fallen, and a man was sluicing water on his face by the assistance of a hearth broom occasionally dipped into a pailful of that fluid.
"Quite young," said the madhouse-keeper, as he looked upon the pale and interesting face of Tobias.
"Yes," said Sweeney Todd, "he is young—more's the pity—and, of course, we deeply regret his present situation."
"Oh, of course, of course; but see, he opens his eyes, and will speak directly."
"Rave, you mean, rave!" said Todd; "don't call it speaking, it is not entitled to the name. Hush! listen to him."
"Where am I?" said Tobias, "where am I? Todd is a murderer—I denounce him."
"You hear—you hear?" said Todd.
"Mad indeed," said the keeper.
"Oh, save me from him—save me from him!" said Tobias, fixing his eyes upon Mr. Fogg. "Save me from him; it is my life he seeks because I know his secrets. He is a murderer—and many a person comes into his shop, who never leaves it again in life, if at all."